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...Trasierra, you escape to it: from the dead heat of Seville in summer, from the crush of tourists in cooler months?or, for regular visitor Kate Moss, from the unwelcome intrusions of the paparazzi. The hotel, converted from a 16th century Andalusian manor, is a cosy redoubt defended by 3,000 acres of olive and orange groves in the Sierra Morena, an hour's drive northeast of the city. It keeps the outside world deliberately at bay: there are no phones in the 12 bedrooms, and no TV sets...
...Upon arriving, the visitor is greeted by a lobby whose walls have been fashioned from giant old-fashioned olive vats, and which leads into open courtyards, scented gardens and a swimming pool overlooking the dramatic hills of southern Spain. The rooms have a rustic feel?if you're there in the summer, they are light and airy; in the winter they are warm with blazing fireplaces...
...flight comfort with an internet connection in every seat Take a Hike Destinations to restore your sense of wonder You don't go to Trasierra, you escape to it: from the dead heat of Seville in summer, from the crush of tourists in cooler months - or, for regular visitor Kate Moss, from the unwelcome intrusions of the paparazzi. The hotel, converted from a 16th century Andalusian manor, is a cosy redoubt defended by 3,000 acres of olive and orange groves in the Sierra Morena, an hour's drive northeast of the city. It keeps the outside world deliberately...
DIED. JACKSON BECK, 92, versatile master of the microphone for nearly 70 years whose forceful voice introduced the Man of Steel ("Yes, it's Superman, strange visitor from the planet Krypton ...") on more than 1,600 broadcasts of The Adventures of Superman in the 1940s; in New York City. He also played such characters as the Cisco Kid on radio; narrated The March of Time newsreels; and voiced the character of Bluto in nearly 300 Popeye cartoons...
...told), decent tea and coffee at my disposal, even cheeseburgers and kippers, donning khaki and a Panama straw hat, it’s easy to forget myself, history major that I am, and fall into the thinking that it’s 1954, and not decades later. When a visitor in either time caught eye of a black polished sedan surrounded by 20-or-so motorcycles flashing lights, they stood at attention, for it was he!—either Her Majesty’s Governor-General or the Tanzanian President and Commander-in-Chief. Those described in ever...